User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-3474228-20150331205228

One of the slaves who had been there longer than most of the others, a tall squirrel, quietly and diligently rows, not suffering the pain that came with grinding shackles and salty cuts anymore. He had become desensitized, as most of his life had been spent in slavery, whether it be on land or at sea. Out of the frying pot and into the furnace. All thoughts of mutiny and uprising had recently left his mind and he sat without purpose in life but to row the ship forwards.

This changed, however, when the newly captured otters were led belowdecks. This strong young creatures would have to learn to hold their tongues and row with might, but they would soon be ready to help the squirrel with an escape plan. He twitches his nose as Ragaragh's stench hits him from nearby, and continues rowing